The tale of tits-out Tammy [MF]

(I’m a dude btw, but this story isn’t about me…)

*Now listen up boys wherever you roam*

*And I’ll tell you bout the biggest slut I ever known*

*She had dirty blonde hair, puffy cocksuckin lips*

*A huge pair of melons and an ass twice as big*

*And everywhere she went she was slobbing on dicks*

*Cos Tits-Out Tammy was a fat fuckpig!*

Gather round fellas and grab your dicks because I’m about to tell you some true tales that have kept me pumping it for almost a decade. They concern a gal that was known as Tits-Out Tammy (or often just Titty for short) that moved into the house I was living in back in the day. Tammy hasn’t picked up her nickname at that point and was just a chick moving out of her boyfriend’s and looking for a room. Me and my pal Stevie were advertising one and in a slightly desperate position regarding rent (our friend had just moved in with his girl). We couldn’t get anyone in and didn’t want to scrape up the extra rent between us.

Easy Mode (Part 3) [MF][MFF][Mast][Md][Cuck][MC][Exh][Voy][Oral][SciFi]

**The story so far:** Henry wasn’t paying attention and walked into traffic. End of Story. Well…that was, until he ‘respawned’ a few moments earlier, and her realized there was more to his reality that he was previously aware. More importantly, he now seems to have access to auxiliary layers of reality, and better yet, control. He’s still learning what that means, whether it’s a game or something more, but that hasn’t stopped him from playing around…and mostly at sex.

**Note:** This one is broken up into two parts…I hit the character limit for the second chapter

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**What’s On the Menu? (Level 0, 7 XP)**

I waited until I heard her in the shower before heading up to change into some casual clothes. I felt both wonder and terror. Wonder at what I was now doing with my life, and terror, well, at what I was doing with my life.

First time with Mister [MF]

*(this is my first story ever, so constructive feedback is welcome ?)*

I was entering the hotel lobby at 8PM, as requested by Mister, happy to have kept to punctuality since that it sometimes difficult for me. Entering the hotel lobby is already making my heart beat faster since I am feeling a myriad of emotions meeting Mister for the first time. I am happy, scared, trepidatious, elated, apprehensive, coy and curious. Maybe I am wobbling a little on my legs since I am fully understanding the severity and realness of this situation. No longer is it chatting with an online mysterious person who I am a little in awe of, but actually inches and minutes away from seeing, touching, hearing, subjecting. It does things to my body and my mind. Very shy, insecure, unsure and hesitant all of a sudden, I still manage to scramble my brain for the room number and make my way to the elevator. The ride up is agonizingly slow as I start questioning my presence here.

*Is this actually a good idea? Am I crazy? Is this going too far? Do I really need to explore this? My mind is making me doubt the surety I felt when making this appointment*.

Kate returns home after a long day at work. (Short story/ Feet/FFM)

Kate walked through the door and just dropped her shoulder bag on the floor. She let out a long sigh and pushed the door closed behind her with her foot. She was a shade over 6 feet tall, her shoulder length blonde hair had been pristine at the start of the day but it had felt the same effects of the day as her nerves and was now a little messy around the edges.

Still standing in the entrance hall she undid the zip on her tight pencil skirt and gave it a sharp tug so that it fell to the floor revealing her large muscular thighs that were toned to the point where each muscle was clearly defined.She maneuvered so that her left foot, still donning the knee high black suede boots, was pulled free and then with her right foot she flung the skirt away from her across the entrance hall.

She adjusted the unreasonably small black thong she had been wearing so that it rode high on her solid hips but sat comfortably between her ass cheeks. She tightened the muscles in her ass and reached around to feel how firm and hard they were. She liked feeling her own muscles, it was a kind of reward for all the work she did in the gym.

An anal surprise

In the throws of passion, I was so wet and hot for his long and girthly cock, I could feel his warm and well endowed presence rubbing on my tiny little asshole. I was always too scared of having something in my ass, but this time something was different. He whispered softly in my ears, “let that asshole belong to me”. I was scared, because I know it was either going to hurt, or I was going to love it, thus making me even more of a slut than I already was. I felt him slowly push his head in and slide it back and forth, and although it initially hurt, I seemed to open up. What was this? Why did something in my ass feel so good? I felt my pussy overload, it was dripping all.over our new sheets. A few more pushes and he was in. I moaned to him “how does your cock in my ass feel daddy? This is all you’ve ever wanted” and he replied “better than I could ever imagined in my dreams baby” he slid back and forth slowly, and in 3 seconds came instantly. He finished his load in my tiny ass and the warmth of it felt like something I had never experienced, but I knew from that moment on, I was an anal slut, and have craved anal ever since that day.

[MF], [Oral], [Soft Femdom] Wetdreaming about my highschool bully.

I’ve moved on a long time ago. Moved to another country, learned a new language and studied there. But, once again, as I open my eyes, gliding on the calm, perfectly smooth sea of my dream, I once again appear there.. At home.

It’s my parent’s apartment. My teenage room: black furniture, white walls, posters of bands and video game titles. Here’s the old couch, which I used to play and eat on, then proceeded to never use again. I am right next to it, on the floor, my legs are crossed. To the right of me is the old wooden door to the corridor that breaks the asthetic of my room, it’s all bad sound isolation as I can hear loud music and cheering on the other end of the apartment. “What? I never held a party here.” I ask myself, doubting my own memory. I hear a feminine giggle, it’s mocking but soft to my ear: “You are delusional.”, she says.

[M/F] Stalin Shot and Raped Me [NonCon] [Old Man] [Young Woman] [Violence]

[It happened on one of the many nights when he had gotten all his ‘friends’ from the Politburo, including me, drunk.](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lfyjp0/mmmmmmf_i_was_there_when_stalin_forced_them_to/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

I don’t even remember what it is that I had said to set him off… But he shot me, while he was tipsy himself, he shot me through my lower abdomen.

Everyone froze in the middle of their inebriated shenanigans, the air was taut. He ordered everyone out.

I remember him drunkly ravaging me, his disgusting breath reeked of gout and booze in my face. “красивая.” He said to me “ты выглядишь так красиво.” He thought I would feel honored receiving such an blessing, even as I breathlessly gasped each time he moved, each thrust jostled my wound, making me bleed and ache worse. I resigned to the tired blanket that blood loss and alcohol had laid over me. Instead I whimpered and growled lowly, my hands loosely balled into the lapels of the coat of his uniform

He dug his fingers into the bullet hole as he fucked me harder and harder. He nears the edge, forcing his tongue in my mouth, stifling my pained moans and groans.

Micro Penis [mf] [squirt]

It was Friday night. I got all dolled up to go out. Truly meaning I shaved. All the places. Butter smooth and begging to play. A tight low black tank. Long brown hair framing my tits. Skin tight black leggings and grey boots.

After a few bars, I found my self headed up to the bar on my own, as my friends have partnered up. There was a sexy man. Mocha brown tan skin. Dark eyes. Strong arms and the sexiest smile.

We talked a long time before last call and I was following him to his truck. The short ride to his house he pawed at my thigh.

We got into his place, through the door, and his hands wrapped my body. Grabbing my tits. Sucking my neck. I kept reaching for his cock. Wanting to play with him as he was playing with me. Each time he would strip more of my clothes off my body. My senses heightened from his new eyes on my body. My nerves getting the best of me as he stared at my naked flesh. “God, your beautiful.” He said and I was calmed at least a little. Until his fingers were teasing my my stomach with tickles.

How to Seduce a Woman- Sometimes men need a little guidance.

“You know why you’re single, Will,” my mouth said. A slight slur was audibly perceptible as I’d likely had too much wine.

“What?”

“Well, why you’re single.” I could hardly back down now. No matter how hypocritical it was. Here we were, sitting on his couch, after a friendly dinner, a bottle of wine and several drinks. The both of us single, and no love life on the horizon. Will’s love life seemed easier to fix than my own.

“Do tell. Why am I single?” he asked sardonically. It had been awhile since he’d humoured my desire to psycho-analyze him.

“Well,” I began after setting my now empty cocktail glass on the coffee table and settling back on the couch, one leg tucked under the other. “You’re too shy. And you don’t know how to go about seducing a woman.”

“What?” he pouted. Of course he pouted. His fragile male ego couldn’t allow him to admit that, yes, he was rather hopeless in the art of seduction.

“Even I’ll admit you’re a great catch. You’ve got that tall, dark and handsome thing going on. You’ve got all your teeth, a good job, and you don’t live with your parents. So what’s the snag? You don’t know how to seduce a woman, that’s what,” I declared matter-of-factly.

21[M4F] Musk Play, Smegma, Gross Hairy Men, Watersports… Super Dirty, super FUCKED up… Weird/Dark kinks… looking for a literate roleplay OR dirty chat, open for a snippet<3

I’m 18+ looking for 18+ ONLY

Imagine I’m a fat, gross old Indian man… If I was your daddy or master, I would wanna force my thick brown, dirty cock down your throat and piss into your stomach. I wanna make you suck all the smegma and filth off my foreskin and swallow it before cumming in your mouth and watching you swallow that too. I then wanna take a used toilet brush and jam it down your throat and throat fuck you with it until you puke everything back up into a dog bowl. After puking, I’m gonna bury your cute face into my hairy sweaty ass and let you french kiss the inside of my butthole for a bit until I feel like you earned your snack. Then, I wanna watch you get down on all fours and lick your own vomit up out of the dog bowl like a good little pet whore. When you bend down to lick it up, I’ll jerk off until I’m hard again before mounting you from behind and fucking your tight little pussy. I’ll step on your face while I defile you and slap your tits and stomach while fucking you just to heighten your sensations. I’d make you suck and lick on my sweaty big toe as I orgasm inside your pussy and fill you up with my musky south asian cum, effectively breeding you and making you mine?